This Bear misses living in the country. A couple different threads floating around that focused on country life, city folk moving to the country, subdivision names, etc. got this ole' guy to drift back to a different time and place.....
We lived in very rural Henry County, OH. The road we lived on was only wide enough for one (1) car, so if two (2) vehicles met head-on, somebody had to be neighborly and move to the side. Our house was on top of a sand hill, so every year at this time we would see a parade of ticks.....attached to legs, shoes, dogs and cats, etc. (If they leech on to something like a leg they will drink their fill of blood and fall off.....laying on the floor, looking like a green small grape with tiny legs......yuck.....)
There were only a few houses on our stretch of road. If a car or truck went down the road it was an event. The farming family who owned most of the land in an area of about eight (8) square miles lived at the other end of our road.
Our fire protection was from Liberty Center, about seven (7) miles away. Our post office was Liberty Center. Our telephone exchange was Grand Rapids, OH, which was across the Maumee River from us. The school district on the west side of my road was Liberty Center. The school district on my side (east) was Otsego, which was a consolidated rural district that was about fifteen (15) miles away.
We had an all-electric home. I kept the baseboard heat either off or on a very low setting so it would only kick-in if the house got real cold. We actually heated the whole house with a wood-burning stove. About six (6) to eight (8) cords a season. This Bear hand-split all of the wood. That was good exercise and relaxing.
We had a 2-car separate garage. My loud rock and roll blasted out of that garage at all times of the year. (No neighbors!)
We raised chickens, ducks, geese, etc. We had a small out-building that held garden equipment and an inside pen for the feathered friends to get out of the winter blasts. Wasps were common.
My study was upstairs and faced west, out toward the corn fields and the woodlands of the Maumee State Forest. Just about every night a herd of deer came out of the woods and wandered through the corn field. From my front yard I could practice driving (golf) with old golf balls.
In times of bad weather our road was one (1) of the last to be plowed. I have always had 4-wheel drive vehicles so I had no problems with that. Sometimes from my upstairs study window I would see two-wheel drive vehicles stuck in wind-blown drifts so I would head on down the road and "snap-snatch" them out.
I had a giant concrete pad between the garage and the house. A friend gave me an old telephone pole and I built a great basketball court. A great jump shot that didn't need perfecting was kept "on target' on that court.
We had an above-ground pool. Of course, it was clothing-optional for the Bear. When our well went dry one (1) early autumn I had to use the pool as a bathub for about a week. Cold.....brrrr.....
We had well water that had a sulpher odor. If you filled a container with water and let it set for a day, the odor would go away. That's what we used for drinking water. Didn't bother me, bother me, bother me, bother me, bother me......
Once, between marriages, I had been drinking with friends in Toledo......about a forty (40) mile drive to The Turtle Club.....and came home tired and cold. It was the middle of winter and becasue I was living alone at that time I had to stir up the fire in the wood stove and OPEN the air circulation vents to get it a-goin'.
I feel asleep. Woke up to a roaring sound.....chimney fire. So there I was, running a garden hose from my lowest level laundry room out the window. I sprayed the fire as best as I could but actually had to call in the reserves......the fire department. Stoopid Bear.
Once in a while, Katie and I will cruise down our old road and check out the area. New houses are sprouting everywhere. Even across the road, the corn field has been made smaller as new houses line the skinny lane. I just wonder how those people would take a bald big guy, rocking out to the MC5, swimming nekkid in his back yard pool. Even worse, if my ducks or chickens wandered over to their place and left their calling cards.
I miss living in the country. We moved because we thought it best for Katie's son. We have been in Swanton since 1997. Oh well.
Bear On His 1948 Case Model SC Farm Tractor